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The morning sun dripped honey onto the forest floor, dappling the path ahead with warmth. Chen Yang hummed a nonsensical tune, one born from boredom and the rhythmic crunch of leaves underfoot. It went something like this:

(Sung in a jaunty, off-key voice)

Whistlin' wind and tappin' toes,

Gotta find that city, goodness knows.

One step, two step, never slow,

Qinfeng City, here I come!

Suddenly, a jarring sound ripped through the peaceful melody. A loud BOOM, like a giant had tripped over a mountain, echoed from the south. Chen Yang's carefree tune evaporated faster than morning mist.

"Is someone fighting here?" he muttered, eyebrows furrowing. Curiosity, laced with a healthy dose of caution, battled within him.

Without hesitation, but with a cautious gait, Chen Yang veered off the path. He moved silently through the trees, senses on high alert, following the direction of the earth-shattering sound.